Fire Descriptive Writing

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I stared into the sunset seeing the deep red blending into the sky, reminding me of the blood seeping from my hand. I was in shock; I couldn’t even feel the pain. Why, was the only word that I could think of, and it was repeating over and over again in my head. “Why would he betray me?” I quietly mumbled to myself. I slowly bent over and dipped my hands into the stream, watching the drops of crimson spread and bleed into the water. The pain finally registered in my system and I felt stings on my right hand. Although, it was nothing compared to what I was feeling on the inside. Betrayal. It was like feeling everything and nothing at once. Emotions were overflowing in my chest and tearing me apart. But, there also was a deep pit of emptiness …show more content…

It was dusk, which meant I should make a fire soon, and a place to rest for the night. I found a safe and comfortable spot near a large tree. I quickly untied my hip pack and pulled out three sticks, flint, and dried grass from the pouch. I placed the items on the ground and then tore a small piece of animal hide from my clothing. I rushed to the stream to wet the cloth, then carefully wrapped it around the wound on my hand and tied it. This would keep my wound clean for a while, and stop further …show more content…

I proudly watched the fire grow as I added the extra twigs to it. Once I was sure the fire was big enough, I removed my quiver, hip bag, and cape, then sat close to the fire. Heat radiated from the flames and warmed me up. I lay down and looked up. I saw glittering stars filling the vast dark emptiness. My eyelids grew heavy and I felt sleepy. I needed rest and was almost about to fall asleep. However, I knew what would happen if I did, and I was trying to not remember. I had locked away my memories for a while, trying to forget them, but now my mind felt numb and drowsy. You couldn’t avoid your thoughts for long, for they were always with you. Here they came. The memories arrived in huge tidal waves and I went crashing down, drowning in the sea of the past. A war had begun between two villages and chaos was everywhere. The chief of my village gave me a very important mission. I had to go rescue the children that were kidnapped and held as hostage. The chief, Oracio, gave me his most prized possession, a copper ax if I needed to kill the enemies. He also told me that the children were taken to a place up high in the mountains. I understood why the other village would attack our children first. I heard their mothers crying every night for their childern and their husbands who went off to battle. The people in the war are not the only ones who get hurt in the war; everyone they left behind is suffering

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